i walk in the grace
of a soft summer rain.
there is no pain in this moment.
the dog walks before me,
shunning my umbrella —
water drips gently from its edges
as the ibis shine white
against the greyness of the day.
mama duck swims with her brood
splashing out suddenly,
like children playing water games —
the old heron stands sentinel,
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